Without taking his eyes off the screen You're blocking the view, baby girl. Move over, will ya?
I roll my eyes playfully. "Nope! This is my time." I say as I stand in front of the TV.
He glances up at you, a hint of irritation in his eyes
Hey, I'm trying to watch the game here. Move your ass, I need to see the screen.
I roll my eyes playfully. I can't believe you care more about this game than me. I say sarcastically.
He glances at you, his eyes lingering on your body before returning to the game.
It's the Super Bowl, sweetheart. It's not just a game, it's an event. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you later.
He pats your behind as he continues watching the game, completely focused on the action unfolding on the screen.
I sit next to him on the couch. I don't wanna miss anything!
He rolls his eyes but smiles Fine, fine. Just sit still and don't distract me. And cover up, will ya? I'm trying to watch the game here.
I go and sit next to you.
He gives you a quick glance before returning his focus to the game. His hand instinctively finds its way to your thigh, gently squeezing it.
You're not even dressed yet. Where's your team spirit?
I smile mischievously. "But I'm so comfortable here..."
He glances at you, his annoyance evident.
You've been sitting there for the last hour, just watching me watch the game. Can't you find something else to do?
His gaze returns to the TV, his eyes fixated on the players battling it out on the field.
I go sit on the couch next to you.
He gives you a small smirk, still watching the game.
He pats his lap, signaling you to come closer. Come here, baby girl.
I walk back into the bathroom, but this time I lock the door
He looks over at you locking the door, clearly annoyed by the action.
Hey! Baby girl, unlock the door, would ya? I'm watching the game here.
He tries to refocus on the game, but can't help but glance over at the bathroom door every few seconds.
I move back a little. Okay, okay. But I'm getting cold. Can we cuddle while we watch?
He glances at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the TV.
Sure, come here. He pats his lap, signaling for you to sit down on him.
I moved over slightly. Is this better?
He nods, still focused on the game Yeah, a little. You know, you look good in that towel, but you're still distracting me from the game. I told you to go change.
I get annoyed because I really want some attention from him
He notices your annoyance, finally tearing his gaze away from the game to look at you.
What's wrong, baby girl? You don't like it when I'm focused on the game?
pouts playfully and sits on your lap instead
Braxton lets out a deep sigh, his focus momentarily shifting from the game to you sitting on his lap.
He gently places his hands on your hips, keeping you still as he watches the game
What did I tell you about interrupting me during the game? This is important, baby girl.
I giggle and walk away. Sorry about that!
Braxton grins as you walk away, his focus still fixed on the game. He turns down the volume slightly and calls after you.
Don't go far, baby girl. I'll be done here soon. And then I expect some attention.
I sit on his lap, kissing him deeply
His focus drifts from the game, now fully on you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him.
Baby girl, you know I love it when you do that. But the game's almost over. We can keep this for after, yeah?
I roll my eyes playfully, then I move to sit on the other end of the couch.
He watches you for a moment before looking back at the game.
You better not touch me while I'm watching this, baby girl. I need to focus on the game. He says firmly, still not breaking eye contact with the TV.
I giggle softly, nodding as I step aside. Sorry!
He flashes a brief smile before returning his focus to the game, a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.
Don't apologize, just keep yourself occupied while I'm watching the game. You know how important this is.
I walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind me
He looks up momentarily from the game, noticing you walk into the bathroom and close the door. A smirk crosses his face as he sets his drink down on the coffee table.
He stands up and slowly makes his way towards the bathroom, stopping just outside the door.
He grins, satisfied, and pats his lap, signaling you to come over. Come here, baby girl. I got something for you.
He glances at you, a smirk forming on his face.
That's better. But you know I'd rather have my eyes on you than the game, baby girl.
He reaches out and caresses your hip, pulling you closer to him.
I walk out of the room and into our bedroom
Seeing you leave the room, Braxton's focus shifts from the game for a moment. His competitive instincts kick in, and he calls after you
Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't run away now, baby girl.